By admin When Mr. Ice Cold Got Caught Novel Ch 1
My fiancé Ralph Garcia hates me. He didn’t even show up to our wedding.Instead, he called me and laid down three rules:
“Listen, I already have someone I love. Don’t waste your time on me.” “You’re free to be with anyone you like. I won’t interfere.““This marriage. is just a deal. We’H divorce in a year. Be mentally prepared–and don’t you dare cry or make a scene when it’s time to sign the papers.”
After announcing that, he hung up immediately.
I stood at the study door, lost in thought–Because inside his study… It was filled with merchandise of me.
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I changed my name and plunged into the entertainment industry for five years, with all kinds of resources poured in, but due to poor circulation, I never really took off.
So I had to bow to my parents and fulfill the arranged marriage agreement.
The arranged marriage partner was Ralph, the cold and reticent eldest son of the Garcia family, known for his ruthless tactics.
My friend told me.
Ralph possessed an enchantingly handsome face, earning him the reputation of a modern–day incubus.
His appearance easily lulled people into lowering their guard, making them believe he was refined and approachable.
But in truth, he remained cold–blooded, cutting, and utterly unfeeling- seeing nothing beyond profit.
My friend’s tone gradually shifted to pity as she spoke.
“Diana Perez, everyone feels so sorry for you.”
“Having to marry such a cold–blooded and heartless guy.”
“Who knows what kind of rough time awaits you.”
I clenched my phone.
After a long silence, I finally managed a bitter laugh.
Then I hung up.
I logged into my social media backend.
I posted the Industry Exit Announcement I’d drafted long ago.
Even as a minor celebrity, I still had a few Die–Hard Fans.
The moment the announcement went live.
Those familiar usernames flooded my Private Messages inbox.
Amid the flood of messages.
The user named ‘Q‘ stood out distinctly.
This person was intimately familiar to me.
Over the past five years.
Whenever I posted, he’d always be the first to like and comment–my ultimate Die–Hard Fan.
His top–tier equipment consistently produced crisp, high–definition
images.
Having poured substantial resources into fan support, other followers affectionately called him Brother Whatsapp.
Scrolling to his profile, the pinned post was my video compilation and the gesture dance he learned from me.
Though never showing his face, each move radiated a clumsy sincerity.
Yet what truly stayed with me were his comments.
No extravagant praise, no over–the–top confessions–just one stubbornly simple phrase:
“Hope you stay happy every day.
But today, he broke the pattern.
Dense blocks of text filled the chat window.
He wrote about stumbling upon my videos during his darkest days.
How one offhand remark of mine pulled him through sleepless nights.
How his fingers trembled every time he saw my updates.
Finally, mustering all his courage, he restrained yet earnestly said:
“Sorry if this is too forward.”
“But I still need to tell you–you’re my light, my lifeline, my reason to keep living.”
For the past five years since knowing you, I’ve been incredibly happy every single day. J
[Diana, you’re someone I cherish as my life itself.J
I stared at the screen, spotting several typos in quick succession.
He must’ve been frantic while typing, fingers trembling slightly, eventually becoming so overwhelmed he couldn’t even steady his hands. on the keyboard.
After reading his sincere outpouring, my eyes welled up.
Finally, I replied with equal seriousness:
Thank you for your support and affection these five years. May you find joy every day. If fate allows, we’ll meet again. J